"Um. . . ahem. . . Okay, no one is listening to me, so I'll just have to do this on my own." Jake took his left hand and conjured a curved, extremely sharp sword with right hand, and gripped the hilt of the sword very tightly, slicing off his left hand at the wrist. . . the slicing was so sharp and fast he didn't even feel it, but the blood spurted on the walls. . . the electrical powers all across the prison was weakening rapidly. . . Jake looked around to the others. "Does anyone have a healer nearby?"